I Became the First Prince

It bounces off the thunderbolt. I cut off the flames that seemed to be swallowing. I smashed the spear of glacial snow that flew towards the heart.

There were wizards behind the translucent membrane.

Tired of being white, wrinkled in pain, open your eyes like you're about to tear.

The wizards had different faces, but the emotions in them were the same.

Panic. Panic.

No wonder you didn't expect magic to be destroyed a few times.

But maybe. There's still more surprises to come.

The sword was drawn from top to bottom.

(chuckles)

A magically interwoven shield tears like a belly button.

Beyond the scattering fragments of Mana, the wizards cry out in a dull, white voice.

“Paladin!”

Between the hearsay screams, a serpent digs his tongue.

At the same time, three stalk blackouts flashed.

But since I had already left, I was standing in front of the old wizard who was the only one of the five wizards who did not express magic.

Deeply wrinkled eyes looked at me.

An eye that shakes like an earthquake.

A stubborn lips that constantly grows.

Two hands that draw complex shapes against the air.

Even though I was a child compared to the unidentified Maestro who shot me in the high seas, the old man was strictly on the edge of the Maestro.

“Magician.”

A wizard flinches at my words and teases me more quickly.

Goooo.

A huge wave that began to swing around the Old Wizard told me that the completion of magic was imminent.

The Old Wizard hasn't completed his spell yet. Magic hasn't even revealed its form yet.

I was able to realise it by the grip.

Soon enough, a magic so powerful that it will be compared to the magic I scattered.

Fire, ice caps, and thunderbolt magic were deterrents.

A translucent membrane was just a safeguard against one.

The real thing was the magic of the old wizard.

I don't know, but if magic is triggered, this squad will turn into hell.

Manna, attracted by the old wizard, had the power to do so.

I wondered what magic he had prepared.

Unfortunately for me, there was no way to confirm the Old Wizard's magic.

The Old Wizard's spell remains unfinished.

Spatula.

The head of the wizard, separated from the body, rolls to the floor.

Currrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The last of the wizards, Mana, is fluctuating.

Bang!

And it exploded.

* *

The battle is over soon.

In the aftermath of the explosion caused by the death of the Old Wizard, the Empire's wizards were disabled and fell in vain before their swords.

The Paladins and Knights of the Empire resisted violently, but only for a short time.

Palladin, who was knocked down by the shock of the explosion, was stabbed in the back by the Persians without even fighting properly, and the knights of the other empires were strangled by me and my knights.

Unbelievable solstice that includes power to Paladin and the Magician.

Originally, it was not the power that would be wasted here.

Strong men who would have bloodshed the Knights and Soldiers of the Kingdom if they had fought the right battle.

But they became cold corpses and rolled over the floor without even using the power of their own body properly.

The only thing that survived was a threesome fool.

“No one else got hurt. I think I just fainted. No, it's okay to think you've fallen asleep. ”

Percival, who confirmed the status of the Three Princes, reported to me.

It was what Percival said.

I listened quietly and heard a whirring breath.

You don't eat your talent all at once, and that's just plain plain.

It was disgusting.

But it was much better for me to have a prince like that.

If he was sane, he would have suffered from a headache to keep up with his master.

Even in this situation, the third prince has a brotherly relationship that he declares as he pleases, so he doesn't know what he will insist on.

The third prince, who didn't even have a rat horn to notice, was a great man who would remain.

Of course, I still have a headache.

It was certainly a pleasure to destroy the power of the Empire, which included Paladins and Magistrates, but the question was how to send the Three Princes back.

As such, the situation is unnatural and I don't know where to leave the three princes. That means we have to wait for the Empire's reinforcements to come here and get him out of here, so I don't know how long it will take.

Fortunately, Percival offered a solution.

His men are from the Empire, so it's a good idea to act as a reserve to rescue the Three Princes. Just pretend to fight moderately, and if you let him escape dramatically, some of the remaining troops on the front lines will be sacrificed to save the Three Princes.

I decided to follow Percival's opinion, not just another way to think about it.

The Persians, who left for the citadel, are waiting to come back with their old men, and the Three Princes groan.

I snapped his back neck with a sword, as he was about to wake up.

Billion, he fainted again with the sound of his voice.

"Huh?"

I glance at the fainted one and laugh at his head.

The unknown energy touches him as he strikes his back neck.

It was strange.

The only one I know is a blunt body with an apprentice knight level manna.

The energy I felt for a short while was several times more fierce than that.

I have used [the power of judgment] in my mind.

And the frost fell.

[Apostle of the Month]

In his Attribute Window, one of the items I've never seen before has been pasted.

That was something I used to know.

Strange creatures, neither humans nor animals encountered in Dothrin's vast boreal forest.

Violent hunters who spread the pestilence of mutants.

[Apostle of the Month] was a word for the anti-semitism that followed the plague monarch.

“Hey, you're infected? ”

It was not difficult to guess where the Three Princes had the plague of 10,000 months.

Dothrin's watershed, where he and I stayed for a while, was in fact a territory ruled by the clan of 10,000.

Characteristics of congenital spongiform encephalopathy and rupture material. There until [the Apostle of the Moon].

It was more outrageous than surprising.

Rather than just being ridiculous, I felt even more wondrous.

Nine out of ten die of plague in 10,000 months. Only one of the dogs survives and ends the variation with a semi-permanent. And about a hundred of them who are completely transformed gain wild and life-force as [the Apostle of the Month of Mankind].

It was a rare case where the odds were less than a thousandth.

By the way, if you were born an [Apostle of the Month] through the slightest chance, you'd be a fool in front of your eyes.

Is there anything more sophisticated in the world?

I looked at him in detail once again.

And I found out.

Strangely enough, he gained only one of the many abilities possessed by the [Apostle of the Moon].

It wasn't a hunter's [stubbornness], nor a predator's [extensiveness].

It was not the [solidity] possessed by the warriors of the moon, nor the [wild] of the anti-personnel forces.

It was just one [Immortal HP].

The dizzy wounds were only about human regeneration and the ability to recover quickly, twice as long as that.

Only one [Immortal HP] has the ability to break through that unlikely chance and become an [Apostle of the Month].

I didn't get a grip on whether I should say lucky or bad.

I have concluded for a long time.

“That's good.”

It was also a long time ago that this thunderbird was slain by a blind sword in the field.

If you have [Immortal HP], you won't die of a dizzy knife.

But I decided to try it out just in case.

I pulled Earth and wound his forearm.

Poghr.

A white bubble rises, and a long cut of bane is quickly healed.

I smiled satisfactorily, looking at the scarred, white skin.

The kingdom's hopes have strengthened.

The plague of the Empire has become stronger than ever before.

It wasn't bad for me.

After a few more times, I am testing like this with the body of the Three Princes. Percival, who left for the citadel, has returned with dozens of men.

He was a soldier of the Malkoy Legion, who had been a prisoner of the kingdom until a short time ago.

I made a moderate combat trail, as I told you beforehand.

“Let's get started.”

When we were ready, we started pretending to fight together straight away.

Of course, it's useless to keep us together for a hundred days, so I woke up the Three Princes first.

Puck!

In a somewhat drastic way.

"Ugh."

But the Three Princesses, like [the Apostle of the Month of Mankind], quickly uttered a shock.

“Your Majesty! Run! We'll buy you time! ”

The pacific cries out to the three princes watching the battle in a dim robe. It was a great imperial language without a doubt.

“You...! ”

“Now is not the time to introduce yourself! Get the hell out of here! We will defend your retreat with death!"

The Percival shouts fiercely.

The face of the Three Princes solidified at the moment.

It seems that the ferocious aura of the Pacific is disturbing to plant even in this situation.

But even the foolish Trident doesn't know that getting out of here comes first, and soon he starts to run away. However, the direction was the Citadel of the Kingdom, not the Empire mainland.

Some of the younger Persians held onto the Three Princes and gave them directions. I didn't forget to postpone the end of being knocked down by a knife shortly afterwards.

“I will remember you! ”

The third prince, who was shocked and shouting alone, turned around and stopped his feet.

Then I started to run away without even looking back.

Looking back at the figure, we hit the sword unwittingly and made a moderate noise of fighting, and soon we stopped.

“Now I'm doing everything I can. ”

Later, self-esteem was pushed.

We shrugged each other with our swords, and soon we returned to the citadel.

I told Malkoy about the situation at the citadel.

Malkoy was extremely alarmed that the Three Princesses could not expect him to appear directly on a dangerous reconnaissance mission.

“I told you. That's who he is. ”

Malkoi was troubled by the presence of the Three Princes, who did not know when to make the accident.

I was somewhat sorry to worry, but I also gave you good news.

“Don't worry. I won't die of dizziness anymore. ”

When he told me about his new abilities, Malcolm was amazed.

But only for a little while, he soon began to finalize a new way of harnessing the hopes of a stronger kingdom.

“I'll make you a hero. I was worried about getting off the wire with a wound anyway. ”

“Slaughter. And then it's really a big deal if you die. ”

Just in case, Malkoy grabbed me while I was leaving the conference room.

“By the way, it's only a matter of time before the Emperor finds out what happened to the body of the Three Princes. ”

I nod.

The emperor also has insight into people, even though he may not have the power to determine the character of the opponent like me.

Such an emperor would easily notice the nasty changes in my bloodline.

“The Emperor won't care if the Three Princes become dogs, not anti-Semites. ”

Nevertheless, I was not concerned about the Emperor.

It was a feeling closer to conviction than vagueness.

The emperor in the middle of the empire concluded because he confirmed the emperor's temperament with his gaze and vigour for a few days.

“I don't know if it's just the mood, but the emperor seemed to care who became the prince. ”

If it wasn't for that, there was no reason not to beat up the three princes who would have been a pawn in the future.

“I don't know. That's a good point. It's a good competition. If the Emperor keeps pushing for a competition that might become a bona fide contender...”

I also noticed that Malkoy thinks my words make sense.

But it was not the emperor's suspicion that we should be worried about now, but the war now.

Soon after the Three Princes died, the Empire's troops crossed the kingdom's borders.

There were battles everywhere.

On the mainland side of the Empire, Arwen and Eli flew like crazy, and on the territory of the Kingdom, the Empire army flew.

In the midst of it, the richness of the Sacred Wind gradually reached its end, even in a frozen season.

And finally spring came.

“Your Majesty! Some of the Knights of the Spear who left with the Eastern Fleet have returned! ”

Every year, like a footy girl, like a timid boy, the spring, shy in between the ends of the winter, suddenly came this year.